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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.