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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.