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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.