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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.