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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.