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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.