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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.