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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.