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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.