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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.