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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.