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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
10cc,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.