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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.