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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.