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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.