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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.