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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.