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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.