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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.