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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Brick,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.