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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.