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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.