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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Slave,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.