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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Crime,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.