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 France and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.