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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.