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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.