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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Organ,
Inner City,
Slave,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.