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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.