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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.