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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.