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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.