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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Crime,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.