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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
JFA,
UT,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.