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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nas,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
X-101,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.