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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.