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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.