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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.