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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.