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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Can,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.