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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.