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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Swans,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.