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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.