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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.