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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
X-101,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.