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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.