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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pylon,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.