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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.