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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
UT,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Fear,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.