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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.