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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.