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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.