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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.