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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.