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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.