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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.