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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.