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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Index,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.