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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.