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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.