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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.