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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.