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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.