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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.