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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.