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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.