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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.