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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.