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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.