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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.