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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.