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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.