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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.