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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.