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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
UT,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.