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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.