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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.