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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.