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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.