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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
June Days,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.