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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxette 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
UT,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.