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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.