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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.