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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
the Association,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.