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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Ten City,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.