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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.