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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
UT,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.