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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.