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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Crime,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.