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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.