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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.