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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Scion,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.