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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.