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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.