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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.