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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.