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 Peru and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.