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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.