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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.