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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.