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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.