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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.