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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.