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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.