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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.