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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Franke,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.