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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.