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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.