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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.