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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.