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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Yaz,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.