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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.