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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Neu! 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 rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.