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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Faust,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.