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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.