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 Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.