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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Remains,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.