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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.