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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Skaos,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Motions,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.