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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.