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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.