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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Smog to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.