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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.