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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Zeros to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.