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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.