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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Television,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
New Order,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.