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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.