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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.