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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.