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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
New Order,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Organ,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.