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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.