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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.