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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.