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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.