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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.