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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
the Human League,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.