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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
K-Klass,
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.