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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.