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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.