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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.