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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.