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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.