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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.