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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.