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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.