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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Can,
Urselle,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.