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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.