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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Mars,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Move,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.