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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.