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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.