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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
JFA,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.