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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.