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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Q65,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.