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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.