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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.