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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.