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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.