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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.