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 Kenya and from New York.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.