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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.