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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.