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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.