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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.