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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.