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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.