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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.