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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.