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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.