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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.