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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.