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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.