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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.