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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.