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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.