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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Television,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.