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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Crime,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.