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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.