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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.