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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.