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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DNA to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.