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 Dominica and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.