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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.