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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.