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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Franke,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.