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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Slave,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.