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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.