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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Deakin,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.