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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.