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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.