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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.