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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.