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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
the Human League,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.