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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.