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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.