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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.