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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.