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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.