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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.