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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.