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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.