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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.