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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.