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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.