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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.