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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.