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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.