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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.