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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.