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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.