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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.