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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.