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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.