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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.