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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ituana to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.