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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.