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 United States 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.