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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.