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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.