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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.