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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Gong,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.