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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.