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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.