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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Smog,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.