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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.