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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.