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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.