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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.