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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Names,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.