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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.