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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
June Days,
CMW,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.