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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Prince Buster 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.