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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.