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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.