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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.