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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.