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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.