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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.