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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.