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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
UT,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.