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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Television,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.