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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.