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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.