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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.