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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.