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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.