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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Human League,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
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.