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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.