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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.