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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Index,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.