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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.