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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.