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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
ABC,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.