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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.