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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.