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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.