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 France and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.