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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.