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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.