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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.