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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.