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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.