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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.