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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.