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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.