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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.