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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.