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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.