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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.