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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.