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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.