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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
UT,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.