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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.