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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.