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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
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Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.