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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Wire,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.