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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Japan,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.