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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.