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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.