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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.