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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.