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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.