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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.