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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.