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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.