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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.