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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.