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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Television,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.