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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.