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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.