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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.