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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.