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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.