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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
June Days,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.