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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.