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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.