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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.