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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.