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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.