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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.