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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Erykah Badu 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
the Germs,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.