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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.