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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
a-ha,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.