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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.