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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Q65,
Monks,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.