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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.