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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.