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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.