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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.