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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.