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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.