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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.