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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.