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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.