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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Nico,
Franke,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.