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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.