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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Busters,
Technova,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.