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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.