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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.