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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.