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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.