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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
UT,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.