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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.