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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.