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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.