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 Estonia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Franke,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.