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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.