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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.