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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.