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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Gories,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.