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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.