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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.