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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.