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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Q65,
DNA,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.