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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.