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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.