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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.