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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
PIL,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Q65,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Magma,
The United States of America,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.