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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Visage,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
The Standells,
MC5,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.