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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.