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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.