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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.