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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.