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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.