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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.