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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.