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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.