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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.