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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.