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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics 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 disco 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.