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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.