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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.