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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.