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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.