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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.