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 Angola 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.