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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 AZ to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.