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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.