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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.