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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.