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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
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.