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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.