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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.