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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.