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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Japan,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.