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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.