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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.