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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.