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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.