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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.