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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.