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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.