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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.