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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.