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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Crime,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.