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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.