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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.