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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Brick,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.