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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.