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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.