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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.