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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.