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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.