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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.