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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.