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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.