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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.