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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.