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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.