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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.