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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Magma,
10cc,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.