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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.