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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.