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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.