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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.