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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.