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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.