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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.