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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.