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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.