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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.