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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.