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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.