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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.