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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.