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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.