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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.