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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.