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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.