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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.