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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.