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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.