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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.