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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.