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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.