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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.