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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Scion,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.