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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.