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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
John Cale,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.