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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
CMW,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.