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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Swans,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.