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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.