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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.