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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.