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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.