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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.