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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.