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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.