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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.