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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
UT,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.