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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.