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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.