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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.