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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
New Order,
X-102,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.