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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.