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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.