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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.