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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.