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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.