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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.