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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.