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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Ronan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.