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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.