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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.