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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.