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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.