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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.