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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.