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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.