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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.