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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.