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 Cuba 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
UT,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Scion,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.