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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.