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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.