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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
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.