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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.