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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.