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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
MC5,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.