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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
MC5,
DNA,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.