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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.