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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.