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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.