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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.