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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.