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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.