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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.