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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Smog,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.