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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.