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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.