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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.