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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.