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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.