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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.