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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.