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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.