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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.