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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.