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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.