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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.