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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.