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 Algeria 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.