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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.