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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Rekid,
New Order,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.