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 Chile 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.