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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.