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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.