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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.