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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Japan,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.