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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.