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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.