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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Magma,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.