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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Chrome,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.