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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.