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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.