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 China and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.