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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.