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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.