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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.