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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.