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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.