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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.