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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.