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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.