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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.