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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.