Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
UT,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.