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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.