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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.