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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Organ,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Visage,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.