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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Organ,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.