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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.