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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.