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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.